"In this case..."

"Oh~"

Everyone picked up the tone as soon as they heard it, which was profound.

“It’s long past time to screw those wealthy locals hard.”

"Boss Lin has a very positive idea. Don't worry about this matter. I will bring all my family and friends with me when the time comes. Hey, my blasphemous woman... I guarantee that within three days, ten nearby alleys will be covered.

I know the fish in your Lin’s restaurant.”

"Boss Lin, you make some weird things that even rough guys like us don't understand. We just know how delicious they are."

"Boss Lin's food seems to be nothing unpalatable...everything is of high quality and reasonably priced."

"Why don't you have noodle soup that can scare Master Sikong and run away?"

"..."

Lin Chou really wanted to slap the person who was talking to death. The noodle soup thing has almost become a joke on this hill.

"That noodle soup... Well, why did Beshbarmak offend you! Do you know the national dish! Do you know the soul dish!"

No matter how Lin Chou explained it, in the eyes of others, it was still a bowl of noodle soup, and it was still noodle soup without salt.

Shuzi doesn't want to get along with each other, Lin Chou thought.

Suddenly, the fur ball "flyed" in from outside the door.

Countless thin to almost transparent hyphae around the furry body are either supported on the ground or resting on the wall. The Evolved One looks as if he is flying.

The body of any evolver who was "put on" on the shoulder suddenly became stiff and did not dare to move, while cold sweat dripped down.

This is a bloody tribulus. It can almost be called the most ferocious and unexplainable mysterious demonized plant known to evolvers. If it is unhappy, it can only hope that Boss Lin can save it in time.

.

"Jigujigu!"

The hair ball landed on Lin Chou's shoulder, and a few hyphae pulled Lin Chou's ears toward the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Jigujigu!"

Waves of inexplicable thoughts passed through Lin Chou's mind, as if they were the voices of a child learning to speak.

Lin Chou had no choice but to walk out the door. As soon as he went out, he saw two pitcher plants lying on the ground at the foot of the mountain on the right. Several pitcher plants around him were waving their vines and dismembering them.

At the other end, the cow held out its rounded cowhide drum and carried a more than ten-meter-long "shoot" of Nepenthes, dragging it toward its den.

Lin Chou's face was full of doubts, what was going on, why two more trees died...

After repelling several pitcher plants that were busy dividing their companions, Lin Chou looked around a few times.

The blood of the dead pitcher plants is still bright red, there are no abnormalities such as spots and rot on the surface of the plant, and even the well-developed root system is not damaged.

What's going on?

Suddenly burped while standing?

Vegetative person... plant grass... bah bah...

Puzzling over the solution, Lin Chou scratched his head.

The digestive juices secreted by countless open mouths around him had begun to rain. Lin Chou quickly retreated and allowed them to dismember the dead pitcher plant.

Even in order to occupy more of the corpses of the pitcher plants, the surrounding pitcher plants "fighted", and the vines waved wildly to attack each other, causing countless leaves to fall.

This Coca-Cola ruined the furball. It almost ate all the branches and leaves of Nepenthes close to the ground. No matter how high it was, it couldn't reach it. With so many leaves falling, I think the nest of the furry cow could be expanded a few more times.

Squared.

There are only a few dozen pitcher plants left in the fence surrounding the small pavilion, but the density is not sparse at all. Instead, it feels like it is blocking out the sky and the sun. Each pitcher plant can easily reach hundreds of meters away.

It is more than ten or twenty meters tall and thick. It looks more fierce than before, especially after those big mouths have transformed into blue edges, making them look even more weird and terrifying.

"Survival of the fittest, self-selection?"

Lin Chou murmured to himself, because the edges of the "mouths" of the two dead pitcher plants were still fiery red.

"Anyone who doesn't have a red mouth will die, right?"

Counting, there are 37 blue-billed Nepenthes remaining, while only 13 red-billed ones. The blue-billed ones are taller and stronger than the red-billed ones, and occupy a larger land area.

After returning home, someone asked,

"Boss Lin, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's okay, two plants died on the fence."

Everyone looked at each other and said, "Oh my god, those are all green Origin Crystal tickets."

This Nepenthes fence is the envy of countless people, and there are many people who are willing to spend hundreds of millions of dollars in distribution points to buy a Nepenthes to guard their homes and help with hunting.
Chapter completed!